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1/29/2013

I've seen that Top Gun is coming
out enhanced in 3D. I probably won’t go see it again, though the music in it is mesmerizing, I don't like how loud movie theaters are these days. I've already seen it
at least a half dozen times on TV, maybe more, after I first saw it in a theater and loved it. It wasn't that I was that interested
in Tom Cruise, though he was an adorable hunk clothed in tidy white towels, white briefs, and Navy dress whites in his youth, so were several other buff bodies in the movie. I was more
interested in the roaring jets of the Cold War era and have been fascinated
with them since the Vietnam War for reasons I won’t go into, but did in my
memoir.

I can still get a little chill when a fighter jet flies over and that’s quite often because I live on the edge of a city with several military
bases with airstrips. When the huge transports fly over low they make shadows in the yard. I have finally gotten used to the training jets flying around and
around in huge circles as trainee’s practice touch and goes around the outer
edge of town where I live, but now I can smile at them instead of tear up. I've found that time does lessen painful bruises of the heart.

Maverick in the movie was accused
by Iceman as being “dangerous,” but Maverick and his co-pilot, Goose, didn't think so…until
Goose and Maverick had to eject during a death spiral and Goose was killed
because of a faulty canopy. Then Maverick didn't want to take risks anymore and didn't graduate Top Gun. He didn't get dangerous again until he had to make a rapid choice with Russian Migs firing around him whether to save Iceman and others, and made the brave choice, and became
a hero, and then Iceman finally liked him. He also gets the girl in the end...as expected.

I suppose I have a bit of
“maverick” in my blood and have had all my life. I've taken it to the dangerous edge a number of times over the years and I'm not sure why. Once I did on an inner tube riding in the surf at the Gulf in a “no swim”
area with friends. They got back safely but I didn't know how to swim yet and
was pulled out by a rip tide so far offshore I couldn't see the coast, and then had
to think about being stupid and risky all alone, except for friendly dolphins circling me for a couple
hours before the Coast Guard found me. I decided that day I would never again
ride a tube in the Gulf anywhere and I never have. Some lessons I learned the hard way.

Again I took it to the edge on
the back of a black quarter horse in a race as a teenager because I wanted to
win an automatic washing machine for my Mamma so bad I was willing to risk my
neck and I did and I won. But Daddy saw the match race and realized the danger and took my horse away to herd
cattle on. I actually didn't mind that much because my boyfriend was back in town and I had raced as fast as I ever wanted to and because I had already been bucked off him
into a fence post that almost broke my neck. After I got pregnant a few months later, I knew Dad had made the correct choice.

My sister in law who lived around
the corner from me once called in the middle of the night, freaked out, thinking
a burglar was trying to break in her front door while both our husbands were away. I didn't think twice about the danger or call the police either, they had four young daughters. I loaded a 30-06 hunting rifle running out
the door barefoot in a sheer nightgown to chase the stray dog away. That never
happened again but I would likely have done the same thing, even though she primly pointed out I was running around the neighborhood improperly dressed after midnight…after she felt safe again. She thought I should rush back home but I didn't...I slung the rifle over my shoulder and walked back daring a real burglar to come along. My next door neighbor was out in his yard smoking a late night cigarette and I waved. Next morning he wanted to know if he was hallucinating.

I once worked for an orthodontist
where the famous race car driver, A.J. Foyt’s son was getting his teeth straightened. I mentioned to one of his friendly drivers who brought the son in for adjustments, that I
had always wanted to drive a race car. No problem He invited me out to the
track and harnessed me into a colorful car, but after a number of trips around the huge oval going faster and faster with the "real" driver instructing me with yells and the speedometer inching into the 140's, I saw another curve looming up ahead. I backed totally off the accelerator and was
satisfied I knew how dangerous that occupation was. He called me “chicken”for more reasons than one but I didn't mind clucking home intact that time.

My
older brother and some of his high school jock friends once dared me to drink too many whiskey shots at the kitchen table while our parents were away and I don’t have to tell you how bad that turned out. The jocks all had a mess on several floors to clean up because I couldn't. Brother and I were both grounded
for weeks, after he stopped crying and I sobered up and could walk again. A few sips of liquor still makes me feel
ill so I shied away from it from then on. I blame Jack Daniels and those shocked jocks for totally throwing my alcohol metabolism mechanism off kilter

When I
decided to publish my memoir, I knew I was taking me to another perilous edge,
but the feelings and reasons that inspired me to write it were more intense than any fear I
had of what others might think about it. I have been chastised by a few who didn't like what I wrote about them, but I've had time to give it a lot of thought, and listen to what others think, and I have no regrets. Though it has caused me a few tears, I can find many reasons to smile about it. It was
my life and I wrote it as I lived it…at full throttle and intensely honest about it.

It's a miracle I have survived as long as I have and in appreciation, I've slowed way down in my "golden years" to enjoy the fruits of my labor. Figure there is no reason left to take it to another dangerous edge...unless I get a frantic call at midnight.

1/21/2013

I have
read a lot more non-fiction than I have fiction throughout my life. That preference was probably inspired by my piano teacher in second
grade, though I can’t blame the lesson plan she created for me for the opinions I reached reading about the private lives of well known composers, authors, artists, politicians, and otherwise "powerful" men and women in the annals of history.

I didn't stop with the classical composers, such as Mozart, that teacher made me read, he was just the first character that surprised me
because his personality was so different than what I had expected a musical
genius to be in his time period. Amadeus acted more like the uninhibited rock and
roll stars of the latter half of the 20th century.

Human
nature has fascinated me for as long as I can remember. I was driven to find out as much
as I could about “the creators” and “movers and shakers” from early childhood
on. That quirk was probably also inspired living in the "golden age" of so many world known celebrities and leaders with strong personalities in the 20th century. Ernest Hemingway, Kathryn Hepburn, Albert Einstein, Winston Churchill, Ingrid Bergman, and our Presidents, all intrigued me with their brilliance, and fascinated me with their individual personal characteristics.

Dancing
down a curious path reading memoirs, biography's, newspapers and magazines, I came to find out for certain, in print, and in my own personal life, that "love" doesn't always follow the boundaries set upon it by a so called “polite and proper
society.” I also found in literature and real life that women are likely to be more ostracised for straying from the "norm" than men are, and have been ever since Eve and Mary Magdalene. I was taught as a child that Mary Magdalene was nothing more than a whore and now I see churches named after her so I suppose time does change perspective.

The affairs of our presidents are certainly nothing new. They have been going
on for hundreds of years and probably will continue for many more. From Thomas Jefferson to Andrew Jackson, John Garfield, Warren Harding, Franklin
Roosevelt, Eisenhower, Lyndon Johnson, Kennedy and Clinton, United States presidents have had
all sorts of dalliances. Never the less, it didn't seem to blemish their honored spots in
history, these men all have a lot of schools and airports named after them.

Human nature...it is fascinating to experience, engage, read about, and contemplate. There simply isn't any pattern, rhyme, or reason...we each have our own individual personality's and no two are alike. I still wonder if I would have read so many books if that piano teacher hadn't insisted I research the composers and inspired me to love the library as well as appreciate music. I took piano lessons for 11 years. I've read a lifetime.

I never composed a symphony or became rich and famous but I did live life long and curious enough to inspire me to write about it. Prodigy I was not. Inspired to live life to the fullest I was. I will go to the grave thankful I was bestowed an inquiring mind, a healthy body, and a free spirit. I've been accused of being honest to a *&!%^ fault and I never could much rein in that part of my nature. I write and tell it as I lived it.

I have few regrets because I am blessed with bright and successful children who raised loving and creative grandchildren.

1/14/2013

I seriously doubt there would have been anyone who could have argued an Americans right to bear arms any better than my Father could have. The photo of him above was taken in the 1920's...he was 18. He was still hunting for food for his family's dinner table and had been since he was eight years old. He used to tell us the story of his Dad allowing him only two 22 caliber bullets to go to the woods to find food for his poor sharecroppers family of seven. Dad laughed when he told the story and said he could always find something for supper out in the woods and learned not to miss because he didn't like to hear his younger brothers yell at him...or go hungry himself.

My Grandfather sharecropped and raised cotton for the same man for over seventy years. He had to pay the landowner half of what he produced so they never had much of anything, especially during the Great Depression.

Dad said he was very lucky to have been hired by a prosperous sulphur company he worked at for over 42 years...taking only one sick day off with the flu in all that time and he resented having to be sent home that day intending to have a perfect work record. He started the job on his 21st birthday, a month before the crash of Wall Street in 1929. He claimed he got the job due to his excellent baseball skills and was able to help his family survive the Depression. The company hired him to play hind-catcher

on the company team, baseball was something else Daddy was very good at

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Dad also raised cattle and baled hay and made more money at that than he did at the company so my siblings and I were much better off than he and his had been. We got most anything we asked for whether it be a fast quarter horse or a hot-rod Ford. My parents rose from dire poverty to the very successful Middle Class using good common sense and a lot of hard work.

Daddy never did give up his love of hunting and the woods is where he spent every vacation in the fall and early winter all his life. I used to hear him say he wouldn't kill anything he didn't intend to eat except rattlesnakes and that's only because Mamma refused to fry them. Mamma did have her limits...but not that many. We foundout Mom was almost as good a shot as Daddy.

Martha Rose Kolojaco

I remember Mother crying most every one of her wedding anniversaries in October for years because Dad would be off hunting on it. Daddy had a terrible wreck in 1971 and almost died spending three months in intensive care and when he finally recovered, Mom made him retire. She said she had enough money saved and Dad was 62 and still had his cattle and hay business and a great pension so he decided to quit his "day job" and focus on what he really liked to do...hunt, bale hay, and tend his cattle.

After dad "retired" is when Mamma decided the only way she would ever get to spend

their anniversary with him was to join him and she began to bag her limit also. They traveled all over Texas, Wyoming, and Colorado big game hunting every fall.

Daddy had a number of his prize animals stuffed, white tail and mule deer, a couple of elk, a bear, and an antelope.

My Father was one quarter Native American Apache

and looked it, acted it, and was very proud of it.

This photo of Dad was taken in West Texas just a couple of years before he died at the age of 84. He had to have a hip replacement after the wreck and it bothered him as he got older...but never enough to keep him out of his beloved woods or make him miss a shot.

We often ate wily wild turkey for Thanksgiving when we were growing up. Dad was very good with a turkey call.

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Daddy would have never thought of buying an assault rifle with a large

ammunition clip for any reason because he never wasted bullets.

He learned not to at a very early age. In fact, he would have been

the very first one to shout they should never have been allowed

to be sold to the public any more than a nuclear bomb should be

and should be banned except for soldiers and law enforcement.

No REAL hunter ever needed an assault rifle and mass murderers and drug